Falling In Love A Second Time

Chapter 9 - Need

Bulma lazily dropped her purse and coat on the living room couch as soon as she arrived home. Thoughts of her disastrous night were still fresh in her mind. First, she finds out her relationship, if it could be called that, with Trunks' father was nothing more than an emotionless affair she had in retaliation for the loss of her true love. And then, once a second chance at rekindling a romance with her lost love presents itself, she rejects the opportunity because of some memory that came to her of some man who had been merely caressing her hand? 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Bulma asked herself, before heading towards the kitchen. She still hadn't had any dinner, thanks to her early departure from the restaurant, and being as she is under order by the doctor to be well fed, she decided to put something on her stomach.

Walking down the side hall towards the kitchen, Bulma had been lost in thought when a buzzing sound had caught her attention. 'What is that?' she asked herself, as she changed course to follow the sound. After no more than a minute of careful listening, she found the area of the house that projected the noise; it was the washroom attached to the GR. Concluding that the buzzing she had heard was the result of one of the roof lights dieing, Bulma switched off the power to the fixtures in that area. 'I should probably fix that tomorrow,' she told herself, as she looked back towards the door that she assumed led to the GR. Her curiosity moved her closer to the entrance, interested in seeing the gravity simulator Trunks had told her so much about. Reaching out to open the door, she paused in hesitation. 'Wait a minute, if the lights were on in here, then someone must be in there.' She seriously was not ready for another interlude with Vegeta after what had almost happened between them earlier. 'Dende, I really had a busy day,' Bulma laughed lightly to herself before deciding to save her exploration for another time.

She had almost departed from the washroom, when the sound of her name suddenly stopped her dead in her tracks. Feeling as though she had just been caught red handed, Bulma slowly turned around, expecting to see Vegeta standing behind her since it was his very distinctive voice that she had heard call her name. But to her astonishment, as she turned around, he was nowhere to be seen. "Vegeta?" she called for him, wondering if he was playing some joke on her.

"Bulma…"

She swung her head around; there it was again. Was she loosing her mind? She could so clearly hear his voice, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Vegeta, where are you?" She demanded an answer. This wasn't the least bit funny.

"I'm loosing you…"

Bulma's eyes widened as she heard him once more. 'Loosing me? What is he talking about?' Fear was genuinely beginning to well inside her as she couldn't understand why she was hearing his voice so clearly, but he wasn't anywhere in the room. "Damn it, Vegeta, if you are trying to scare me or if this is some joke so help me--" She tried an empty threat; it didn't stop her from hearing his voice once more.

"Don't leave me…"

As Bulma heard these last words she felt an ache in her heart. Placing her hand over her chest, she blinked in shock as she realized the voice she was hearing was not coming from around her; it was coming from inside her. 'What's happening to me?' she wondered as she closed her eyes, trying to focus on Vegeta's voice once again. Where was it coming from? Almost as though some divine power bestowed upon her the knowledge she sought, Bulma knew where the voice was coming from. Rushing into the gravity room, Bulma's eyes immediately fell upon Vegeta's unconscious figure. "Oh, Dende!" she gasped, falling to her knees, sick with worry. Why she was so worried she was not certain, but she knew what she felt and it was fear, fear that he could be seriously hurt.

"Vegeta?!" She lifted his upper body into her arms as she began to stroke his cheek in an attempt to try and awaken him from whatever unconsciousness he was in. Quickly running her eyes over his mostly exposed form, she found no apparent physical injuries. Bizarrely, she was not shocked by this discovery. She somehow knew whatever he was suffering from was not an external wound; it was something much deeper. "Vegeta?" she repeated his name, hoping the sound of her voice would bring him back to reality.

His eyes flinched, followed by a deep groan that sent a profound feeling of relief through her body. 'Why am I so concerned? This is Vegeta after all.' Though Bulma had no answer to that question, it didn't stop her from continuing her gentle ministrations as he slowly began to come back to reality. "Are you alright?" she asked, as he seemed to begin to focus his eyes on her.

To Bulma's surprise, what could only be described as a smile crossed the Saiya-jin's lips as he shakily raised his hand to rest upon her cheek. "Woman," he whispered as he enjoyed the softness of her skin. "I had a Dende awful nightmare," he began, sounding utterly exhausted, "you were comatose and when you came to, you didn't remember me or the boy… and then you actually went out with your weakling ex. Ah, when I go hell, I think that will be it."

Bulma's eyes widened. "Vegeta, what are you talking about? All of that did happen," she clarified; though she was strangely curious as to why he lumped himself and Trunks in one thought, as though they were part of the same family. And then to proceed to make a bitter note about whom she was dating, the way he spoke, it almost sounded as though they held some deeper connection she was oblivious to.

The drowsy man blinked in confusion a few times before he sat up, sulkily realizing he was not waking from a nightmare in the comfort of his adoring mate's arms; he was waking to a real nightmare. "Why are you here?" His temper was returning as he remembered the last vision he had before he collapsed, his mate in the arms of her bastard ex. Memory, or no, how the hell could she do that to him?!

Bulma felt slightly hurt as he pulled away from her so angrily. She followed his lead as he rose to his feet; she knew that was a bad idea before he even moved. Stepping forward, she braced an arm around his waist and helped him steady himself before he could fall back to the ground. "What happened to you?" she asked as he roughly pushed her away, though not enough to hurt her.

"That is none of your damn business." Vegeta growled before regaining his bearings and storming out of the gravity room. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Bulma immediately followed him, turning off all of the lights as she exited the room.

"Vegeta!" Bulma called after him, she wanted to know what the hell just happened, and she wanted to know immediately. He refused to answer her however, as he stormed right upstairs in a huff. "Vegeta!!!" she insisted, he didn't stop until he arrived in her-her room? 'Why the hell did he come in here?' She tried not to think too deeply about the question before she continued with her demands. "What just happened down there!?"

"Nothing that concerns you!" Vegeta snapped, as he opened his drawers to pull out some sweats to change into. He stopped quickly as he realized he had entered the wrong room. 'Damn it.' He cursed himself mentally for his slipup; at least Bulma didn't seem to notice. Reasoning a hasty departure would only leave her with more questions, he decided trying to argue his way out of this would be his best option. "Look, woman." He turned to her, startling her with his fast movements. "Why don't you go back to your weakling male and leave me the hell alone." Dende, this was like deja vu for him. How could it have been just twelve years ago that he had said that same thing to her when she continually bothered him during his training to become a Super Saiya-jin?

"My weakling male?" Bulma repeated. "Look Vegeta, I don't know what you have against Yamcha, but he happens to be one of my friends, and I won't have you bad mouthing him like that! And I didn't come here to talk about him; I want to know why you collapsed in the gravity room! And I want to know how I could hear you calling my name!"

Vegeta's expression faltered as he heard her question. 'She heard me call for her? Could our bond still be strong enough for her to tap into my thoughts?' He wondered for a few moments before recalling why he had called for her in the first place. 'How the hell could she kiss that weakling!? How could she let him touch her!? Even if she does not remember me, I know she felt for me earlier… How could she turn from me so easily?'

"Hey!" Bulma interrupted Vegeta's infuriating questions. "I asked you a quest--" Halting mid-word, Bulma felt her back pressed against the wall behind her, as a surprisingly soft hand resting on her upper chest pinned her against the wall. It was strange. As jolting as her entrapment was, she didn't feel the threat of danger as she looked upon the intimidating man before her. Though his fingers were positioned dangerously close to her throat, his thumb began stroking small circles around her collarbone; he seemed fixated by a faded mark upon her neck.

"If only you could remember…" The thought came out as a soft whisper, as Vegeta imagined the bliss they could be creating in this room; not the fear, torment, and hate they were causing each other now.

"R-Re-Remember what?" Bulma stuttered. There was something so pained in his words. Something so horrific that made her feel as though some emotional pain had numbed a part of his mind.

"Me," he answered her question soberly. "Us," he added rather cryptically, "anything that could save us this pain."

"Us?" Bulma questioned slowly, "Vegeta, I don't understand any of this." She kept her voice low and calm. She could tell she needed a more delicate approach, to receive the answers she wanted. "Please, tell me. Why are you in pain because of my memory loss? Why were you unconscious when I returned home? And what is it that you have been keeping from me?"

Vegeta's fallen eyes had slowly risen to that of his mate's. As much as he wanted to tell her the truth, he knew he couldn't. 'What if she is still not strong enough to know? I can't-I won't risk hurting her anymore than I already have, no matter what I must suffer through.' Deciding his fate, Vegeta pulled away from his mate, turning his back to her. "I have nothing to say to you, leave."

"Leave?" Bulma asked utterly astounded, her anger returning full force. "Look, I just can't take this anymore!" she practically screamed, before walking around to face her counterpart. "Do you have any idea what this is all like for me?" she asked him boldly, daring him to repeat his demand. "I've lost over thirteen years of memories! I have a son I don't remember giving birth to, friendships I can't remember ever forming, and a 'roommate,' or whatever the hell you call yourself, who seems to be going out of his way to try and confuse me! In one breath you claim to be my friend, then in the next I find out you have been living with me for almost the entire time I can't remember. You try to be kind and considerate one minute with me, then the next you scold me like a child, telling what I can and cannot do. You stare at me all the time, like I'm some possession of yours that you are trying to make certain won't step out of line. And perhaps the most bewildering of all, you tried to kiss me this morning, as though we bear some romantic connection! And now, not more than a few hours later, I hear you, calling my name, leading me to your unconscious self who has nothing but crude things to say to me upon your reanimation. And why? The way you are acting makes absolutely no sense; one minute you act like all you want is to be around me and the next you treat me like I'm unworthy of your time! Why?!" By the time she finished outpouring her pent up thoughts and emotions, she began to feel the tears that had begun cascading from her swollen eyes. She had never wanted to appear so weak, but all of the feelings she had been suppressing were simply too much to bear.

Vegeta's stiffened features immediately relaxed as he closed his eyes and listened to her outburst. As angry, saddened, confused, and irritated as her argument made her seem, all of the emotions she expressed where greatly overshadowed by one, need. He could feel it in her, the same feelings he had been experiencing since she awoke. He had denied the possibility, but it seemed he was wrong. She needs the same love and affection he had been longing for from her, her amnesia has only made it harder for her to find the source of her alleviation. "Why?" he repeated her question quietly. "Do you know what if feels like to live your life under the rule of another? To repeatedly have your pride, body, and even what's left of your soul destroyed by being after being, who manages to surpass you at every turn. Never to have known what success, bliss, or any other gratifying emotion is ever to feel like. Do you know what true solitude is? To never know the love or affection of another living being? But, imagine that all changing. Imagine meeting someone who, despite your best efforts, manages to stay by your side, believing in you when you no longer believe in yourself, giving you every luxury one could ever dream of, including an emotion that you never believed existed, what you humans call love. You finally succeed, experience your bliss. For once in your miserable existence you find happiness. But, what if it is taken from you? How would you act if all that has ever meant anything to you in life was suddenly denied to you by a cruel twist of fate? Would you know what to do to gain it back? How to act in the face of fear, a fear that what you had finally been deemed worthy of could be lost to you once again at any moment? You call my actions confusing, perhaps they are, but if you know a more sane solution to such an equation, I would grant you all my attention to hear it."

As Bulma listened to his scenario, she felt her soul shatter. As ridiculous as it seemed, she understood every word he said, so clearly that it almost felt as though she had lived through every moment he just explained. Looking into his cold ebony eyes, she slowly raised her hands to encase his face between her soft palms. She was tentative at first, but as his eyes fell shut and his cheeks nested against her skin, she knew there would be no rejection of her tenderness.

"Bulma," Vegeta purred his mate's name as he took a step closer to her, eliminating all space between their bodies as he gently wrapped his arms around her waist.

Bulma felt a chill run down her spine. The sound of her name on his lips seemed to invoke a sweltering heat within her body. Her eyes dizzily fell shut as a pair of tender lips rested upon hers. Slowly, she parted her teeth to allow his tongue access to her own. What was usually a fierce battle for dominance between the pair was instead a more sensual expression of desire.

Their hands ran hot trails across each other's bodies, searching desperately for the most combustible of compositions, skin upon skin. A puddle of cloths began to form around them as their lips refused to part from one another. Once all barriers were eliminated, Vegeta gathered his precious cargo into his possessive embrace and gracefully carried her to their bed. Laying his mate beneath him, Vegeta's most instinctive need was to devour. He had been denied his live mate's essence for so long, he intended to indulge. Breaking from his wife's mouth, very much to her verbal chagrin, Vegeta started an excruciatingly slow trek down her body.

As upsetting as the loss of Vegeta's lips were from her swollen ones, Bulma was not to suffer the loss of his assaults for long, as his talented hot tongue started a burning trail across her jaw, down her neck, and then halting at her heaving breasts.

Deciding to allow for some extensive indulgence in her very well endowed treasures, Vegeta granted his tongue the euphoric taste of one as his hand tenderly caressed the other. At no point was either mound denied the elation of Vegeta's attention, bringing Bulma to a vocal expression of her ecstasy. Panting, moaning, crying in exultation, it was all too much for Vegeta to hear. As numbingly satisfying as the feel of her soft flesh under his was, he greedily wanted more. Not only his own pleasure, but hers, this was no longer about filling his own craving, he wanted only to pleasure her; to feel, hear and see her every pore begging to be filled with him. He wanted every part of her to scream for him.

Once again to Bulma's disappointment, Vegeta returned to his trail down her flawless body. Caressing her firm abdomen, tickling her naval with his tongue, sweeping his hands across her sensitive pelvis until he reached her most private element, that which was only meant for him. Running his hand down the inside of her thighs, he slowly parted her trembling legs. She was clearly already anticipating his entrance. Taking a few moments to deeply inhale her sweet scent, Vegeta allowed himself to bask in the flavor of her lubrication. Running his tongue over her dripping thighs, he avariciously licked every morsel of her freely flowing excitement before daring to address the innermost sanctuary of her pleasure.

Bulma's eyes flew wide open with implausibility, as such unfamiliar sensations ran through her body. Sweat coated her trembling form, as her hips began pushing forward towards the antagonist, whom was causing the painful pleasure pulsating within her loins. Logical thought seemed no longer an option for her, how or why she was in the position she was in was given no consideration. All she knew was that she needed something, something only the man upon her could offer.

Vegeta planted one hand on either side of his mate's hips as he attempted to steady her. He knew every spot on every inch of her body that could drive her wild, and he made sure to give attention to every one of those spots to ensure her complete gratification. Wanting to give her all her body screamed for, Vegeta continued with his gentle strokes until he could feel her imminent release. Swiftly removing his lips from his mate's entrance, yet again to Bulma's verbal infuriation, Vegeta raised himself so he was directly above his wife. He knew her body was in dire need of release, as was he, but he wanted-no, needed to be inside of her when she finally succumbs to her release.

In one swift, powerful movement, Vegeta thrust in his mate's begging body, filling her with all she was void of.

Bulma paid homage to the name of her lover as, for the first time according to memory, she felt the union of man and woman. Never could she have imagined a feeling so perfect, so complete and so right.

'Damn, she's so tight…' Vegeta's mind reflected in the throes of passion. He could never remember feeling her body so unaccustomed to his. It was a bizarre, and yet invigorating experience all at the same time; it was like their first time; the way it should have been.

It took Bulma a few moments, but her body finally began to move in sequence with her unknown husband's every thrust. Both of their pleading bodies were pulsating to be set free by the euphoria that only one another could bring them.

In an almost simultaneous explosion, the mates felt the orgasmic bliss neither had felt in over half a year.

The intense feeling of rapture Bulma experienced was like none other she could have ever imagined experiencing in her all her life. It was utter perfection.

A parallel harmony engulfed Vegeta as he collapsed upon his wife, very much exhausted by their union.

After only a few minutes of rest, Vegeta gently pulled out of his mate, and rolled to her side, not wanting to crush her with his weight. Taking a few moments to readjust his groggy eyes, Vegeta lifted his hand to touch the face of his flushed mate. "So beautiful," he whispered softly as he stroked her cheek. Her breathing had steadied to a quiet hum, telling him, as very typical after their intense love making sessions, that she had fallen asleep. Not surprising, considering she was still regaining her energy after her six-month slumber. 'Perhaps I should have been easier on her?' Vegeta wondered, before tightening his arms around his mate's body and gathering her securely in his embrace. "I finally have you back," he whispered with pride, before allowing the veil of sleep to fall upon him as well.

For the first night in more than six months, Vegeta would finally feel the bliss of having his mate back by his side.

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Author's Note: Awe, a happy ending. Or is it? How will Bulma react when she awakens the next morning to find Vegeta naked beside her? Will her reaction to their interlude be the same once her drunken passion has worn off? I guess you'll just have to wait to find out!